Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 66 – Henry William is Slytherin, what about Hoare Weasley?

"Weasley, are you also dissatisfied with Slytherin?" Snape's tone was mocking.

Hoare waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no! Headmaster, I was born a Slytherin and will die a Slytherin ghost!"

Hoare was just used to joking around.

Unexpectedly, everyone else fell silent, sensing the seriousness in this child's words.

Having said that, Arthur couldn't bring himself to suggest changing Hoare's house.

Though he still muttered about the first Weasley in Slytherin, Merlin, red and green really are strange together, and so on.

It wasn't until Molly's glare that he completely quieted down.

Dumbledore chuckled as he looked at the group.

"Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw, perhaps for Hoare, there's no difference. Isn't that right, little Professor Weasley?"

As soon as this title came out, Hoare's toes began to curl into the ground.

Sure enough, Molly was excitedly asking Dumbledore what had happened.

Dumbledore briefly recounted the events at school involving Hoare.

Hoare, who was so embarrassed he could almost dig a Malfoy Manor with his toes, looked up when Dumbledore stopped speaking, only to see Arthur and Molly looking at him with tear-filled eyes.

In a daze, he was pulled into their tight embrace, hearing their sobs in his ears.

Honestly, Hoare was really confused. Although what Dumbledore said was embarrassing, he listened to the whole thing and didn't find anything strange.

Oh, right.

Because of the confidentiality agreement regarding the Squib Potion, Dumbledore didn't directly tell Molly and Arthur, but he did mention that Hoare was involved in the experiment.

Hoare couldn't figure out why they were crying like this when he was so successful.

Shouldn't they be happy about how outstanding he was?

He tried to comfort the two adults, feeling a headache coming on.

"Molly, Arthur, if you keep crying, my clothes will be soaked. This is my only school uniform without patches."

Molly immediately stepped back, looking Hoare up and down, then waved her hand, "No worries, I'll take you to Hogsmeade to order a few more."

"Yes, yes, we can't let other Slytherins look down on us," Arthur said with a sob, his eyes also scanning Hoare's clothes.

Since it was a fact that Hoare was in Slytherin, at least they couldn't let him be underestimated.

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Hoare scratched his head, "It's fine, I have enough clothes. Once Ron wakes up, let's take him to buy a wand. I have a salary."

Hoare shook his coin pouch.

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur and Molly were about to cry again.

Hoare really had a headache.

Molly choked up before speaking, "Hoare, you are our pride, we are proud of you."

Arthur nodded vigorously behind her.

"When we first found out you were hiding things from us, your father and I were indeed angry because family shouldn't have secrets."

Molly gently stroked Hoare's hair.

"But we are proud of you, you're so amazing, we never imagined you could achieve all this."

"Your father and I overlooked so much about you before."

"It's normal that you didn't want to tell us."

"But I never expected my Hoare to be such a genius, thank Merlin for giving you to us."

Hoare wanted to say that his joining the Weasley family had nothing to do with Merlin, he hadn't even met him before he was born.

Thanking Merlin was less appropriate than thanking the Weasleys.

Molly's face was filled with guilt, mixed with a hint of pride.

The Weasley children, whether studying or working, were all quite capable, and becoming a Prefect was already commonplace in the Weasley family.

They just felt guilty towards Hoare, as there were too many children at home, and sometimes they couldn't take care of everyone.

Plus, Hoare was a Squib and had a quiet personality, often hiding in the room he shared with Ron.

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Later, Ginny joined the family.

It was quite normal for Hoare to be overlooked.

Yet, this overlooked Hoare had grown into a strong tree in the corners they couldn't see, capable of protecting himself and his brothers.

He even helped Dumbledore teach other children at school!

Being an assistant meant helping professors, and helping professors meant helping Dumbledore, which was perfectly logical.

How could Molly and Arthur not be proud?

Hoare wasn't used to sentimentality, feeling his scalp tingle.

Of course, if he knew what moved Molly and Arthur, his scalp would probably tingle even more.

"Molly, Arthur, you've done very well. My genius is innate, so you shouldn't feel guilty for not nurturing me earlier."

Hoare was quite content, as he didn't enjoy playing childish games with a bunch of kids, preferring the comfort and freedom of reading alone in his room.

As for Molly thinking he used to be lively and mischievous, that was a huge misunderstanding.

It was just that Hoare was curious about the wizarding world and couldn't resist exploring.

After exploring for several years, having visited all the nearby towns and unable to go elsewhere, what else was there to do? Reading at home was more enjoyable.

That's how misunderstandings arise, everyone has their own interpretations.

Now, the three Weasleys sat on the sofa, each scratching their heads.

The previously somber atmosphere had completely vanished.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and finally spoke up, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight with this on his mind, and at his age, sleepless nights could lead to big problems.

Better to ask.